Archy the Robot

I've got a robot, it's a friend of mine

I call him Archy since quite a long time

Archy is my metal archaeopteryx

Specially trained in HI-JACK-tricks

He's a real beautiful artifact

Rehearsed and controlled and daily checked



But 'cause emotionally engaged against Demon's Lib

He once arranged an impressive cosmic trip

He kidnapped the devil – you could read in big letters

And spanked him until he was totally shattered

Archy became a hero and I got degrees

Goblins and angels were laughing in the trees

A roaring, a whistling, a whispering and yelling

In hi-fi, in sci-fi, marching bands belling



Archy certainly has got the genius touch

But this forthcoming project is really too umch

You won't believe it – he wanna capture God

And show him on a television - spot



I am not kidding, the angels are really scared

But the expedition is already prepared

I naturally try to get him away from this plan

I promise you I'll do everything I can



But Archy has a nasty mind

He's more than just a robot

And not very kind – isn't he?